Harper's entire demeanor changes at the flirtation that curls around his ears and tugs him forward. His smile widens, preening and preparing for one of his favorite pastimes. [Say]"Your body may be beautiful but the way you hold it? Could do better."[/say] His grin sharpens and he winks playfully at the other man as he moves closer, shaking out his shoulders, grateful he'd stretched before his tree-climbing escapade. [Say]"I'd say to hold it against me instead, but we wouldn't make any progress that way."[/say] A tempting thought, one he punctuates with a daring drag of his eyes up and down the stranger's body. Ah, but training... well, he's a bit weak to that with how many students he has taken beneath his wing. It's a much stronger desire. Which probably says a lot about Harper.
Of course fighting and flirting aren't so different. A back and forth spar of words instead of fists. And perhaps he's being too bold, but Amun started it. So he drops his hands to tug Amun's back up into a prepared stance, rearranging his arms into the proper form, hands ghosting along his biceps and forearms to keep them straight and tucked close to his center mass. And then he takes his place in front of his new partner, his own fists rising and body loose and limber like a cat. [Say]"Alright handsome, time for a test. Where would you strike me first and how?"[/say]
Of course fighting and flirting aren't so different. A back and forth spar of words instead of fists. And perhaps he's being too bold, but Amun started it. So he drops his hands to tug Amun's back up into a prepared stance, rearranging his arms into the proper form, hands ghosting along his biceps and forearms to keep them straight and tucked close to his center mass. And then he takes his place in front of his new partner, his own fists rising and body loose and limber like a cat. [Say]"Alright handsome, time for a test. Where would you strike me first and how?"[/say]
